End of The Weekend

As I sat here at my desk tonight prepared to sum up a good, but brief, but interesting weekend I felt for a second like one of my favorite old tv characters ready to sum up a lesson at the end of an episode. A character who was wise beyond his years and always seemed to have just the right thing to say.

That's right: Doogie Howser, M.D.

And suddenly I had this brilliant idea. I would buy all the old Doogie Howser, M.D. DVD's and create a blog using only the things he wrote in his diary at the end of every day. For a second I was excited, only to find that once again...someone beat me to the punch.

The Personal Journal Of Doogie Howser M.D.

In retrospect it's such a brilliant idea that of course someone had it before me. I don't know who took the time to do all that, but I'm glad they did, because I probably never would have gotten around to doing it anyway.

Today as we finished lunch with my cousins I grabbed the check and picked up the tab like I tend to do. We had a bunch of loud little kids with us, Tim had been drinking entirely too much, and my mom and her friends were a headache too I'm sure. So when I paid the bill I made sure to leave a pretty substantial tip. We were difficult, it was a difficult day in a bar like that because of the St. Patrick's Day, and if a little extra tip makes the day a little better for the waitress who seemed like a very nice young girl, then great. What the hell would I have done with the money anyway?

Unfortunately it may have been too big of a tip, because the girl came over to double check that it was correct. She went to my mother and aunt, who didn't see how much I left and I didn't want them to see, but before I could say anything Tim pipes up and says, "No, no. You keep that." She says thank you, and Tim does his flirty thing. She tells him what time she's getting off of work, and comes back to do a shot with him. I'm nice, polite, and generous...Tim still gets the girl. Amazing. Hilarious of course, and totally expected, but still...amazing. We left Tim at the bar with the waitress...three hours later she shows up at my aunt's house because Tim borrowed her phone, stumbled out of the bar...and never came back. I go searching for Tim, give up figuring he's on the train, have my aunt promise the girl I'll find and return her phone, and head home. As I'm getting off the turnpike my mother calls to say Tim just stumbled into my aunt's house drunk as a skunk, happy as a clam, stuffing his face with chinese food. I volunteer to go retrieve him. I almost get a parking ticket picking him up, I get to walk back into the bar and bashfully return the girl's phone, he spends the next thirty minutes tearing ass in my car and complaining that someone took his spicy chicken away. Such is my life.

So...all in all a good weekend. Enjoyed myself Friday night, cleaned my kitchen with my sister yesterday, hung out with my cousins today and assisted Tim in another one of his drunken mini-adventures.

Not bad, not bad at all.

What's next boss?